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He lived in his fields. A patient sower, with a quiet face, he would watch his plants grow. He was happy all the time! All the life he could see around him kept him feeling younger. Except in the time for sowing the land! He had an archaic sowing method. With long and skillful fingers he used to use a brushwood log, thin, and sharpened at the end. With it, he marked on the land the place where he would sow each seed. It was a slow approach!
Orisha Oko would start before the sun had risen; when it took its last peep at the earth, the agriculturer would be still in the same field.
One night he was caught working by the whispering of the stars. Then he heard the banging of metal in the Mount!
Curious, now, he forayed out. He waded through the deep grass until he reached a clearing. It was lit up by dancing sparks!
Ogún! Working at metal!
He looked up at the farmer. Then, in a surly tone:
“What are you up to? Don’t you know Ogún don’t take to folks crawling around, especially at this time of night?”
“Oh, sir, I was sowing seed on my land and I heard the clanging of metal. My own curiosity led me to your forge.”
“You! Sowing at this hour? Every normal person is in the sack?”
“It’s a slow game! To make any progress at all, I have to be at it nights too.”
He told him about the whole damn can of worms. The blacksmith held his peace, thinking…When he left, Orisha Oko’s light footsteps barely pressed on the blades of grass.
The shades of the jungle saw him again on the following night. Proudly and silently, the king of metals was waiting for him in the clearing. There was a strange object leaning by his side…
Orisha Oko approached somewhat nervously. The blacksmith opened up:
“I have knocked something together for you to speed up your job. You’ll eke out three times as much in the same time with the help of an ox and…this handy fellow! Here, take it!”
He handed over the ploughshare.
With this new equipment, Orisha Oko won the battle over time.
Men say that the grateful farmer, master of the agricultural arts, rewarded Ogún. And they say that he was as good to Ogún as the land itself had been to him.